So we went to the casino this morning like we like to do on Saturday mornings after our Egg McMuffin and coffee. First of all, I was so disappointed that the muffin wasn’t crunchy. Is that too much to ask for, really? This is even a new McDonald’s we tried because they’re soggy at the other one too, but they weren’t always, *sigh* How hard is it to toast a mcmuffin so it’s crunchy? I just don’t get it…. on the bright side, they did make my coffee just the way I like it and even stirred it with a spoon to mix it up! See, I can appreciate good service when I get it.
Anyway, onto the next rant……while sitting at the slot machines, while it’s crowded enough in a casino, add the service people who work at the casinos…..why do they always have to clean between the machines when I’m sitting there playing? I understand they have to clean sometime, but the garbage is never mine, I know how to throw out my trash, but these workers are not the most petite people in the world and instead of saying “Excuse me” and gently leaning in or asking for a little help, I’d be more than happy to hand them the cups left by the “piggy” people who’ve played before me (don’t even go there — why can’t people throw out their trash, just because it’s a public place they feel the need to treat it like a garbage can?) or waiting for people to get up and leave, I’m sure the machines have a little down time between users sometime, the woman hip-checked my chair and the woman’s next to me without a word almost throwing us from our chairs, then loomed over us with her dirty rag wiping the counter surfaces, emptied the ashtray noisily and unceremoniously, then proceeded to wipe the ashtray with the same rag. Now, I wonder, is that rag going to be used to wipe down other things?! Ewwwwwwww!
After playing at the casino we proceeded to Kohl’s for a return. Damn……I probably should have rethought that. As I approached the return line, in my peripheral vision I saw a blur, and a woman came out of nowhere and got in line right in front of me. That’s fine I thought, one person. Well, it was the customer from hell. She was returning 5 little cloth napkins with no price tags on them, then she wanted two facecloths that must have cost $2.00 price adjusted because they were on sale today, then she wanted to return something else and re-purchase it because it was on sale then for the final piece de resistance she just wanted to know if this big item she had already purchased that was on sale today would be cheaper if she price adjusted it even though she bought it with Kohl’s cash. As the line formed behind me, I practiced my deep meditative breathing as this process dragged on for what felt like hours. I begged the Gods for patience, but as more and more people lined up behind me, and rustled their bags in frustration, as the saleswoman, now engaging two computers to see if she could save this woman more than $2.00 on this comforter, Oh hell no it wasn’t working. My eyes were rolling. I was clearing my throat from aggravation, trying not to say something out loud. I’m trying to be a better person, I really am, but sweet Jesus, why must I be tested like this! Ha, a new sales guy walks by. Yay……he’s going to save us I’m thinking, as the two women are still engaged in this ridiculous back and forth. I remember the customer saying, “if it would be NO TROUBLE, or if it’s possible”. So why doesn’t the saleswoman say “it’s not possible” “look at all the people waiting”? All the rest of us can see the writing on the wall, why can’t they, there will be NO savings? Nope, the guy walks by oblivious to the whole debacle. Then another older, dapper man sees the looming line and decides to intercede. “I’ll be right with you” he tells me. I sigh with relief. I’ll be out’a here in a minute. I have a simple return. Nope, the other saleswoman is still working this problem out on the two computers, one of which is “ours”, she engages my guy to help her and I’m left standing there again. It is the damdest thing. He suggests she do “such and such” a thing, she moves off our computer and tries doing that. The nice gentleman starts helping me. I can see freedom…..nope, she’s stumped again…..so he walks AWAY from me and my return to help her again and they decide the final verdict….after all the gyrations and computing they can save the woman…..wait for it….. $0.20!! OMG! Thankfully, he finishes my return, the amount is less than I thought, but do you think I’m going to question him, I don’t give a damn……I just want to leave this purgatory!
I know these aren’t big problems in the scheme of things, they are just things I like to rant about, and believe it or not I have low blood pressure! Maybe because I do rant! I don’t know, I guess I just notice the foibles of humans so I can write about them. People interest me, we are all such interesting characters. I know for a fact I’m crazy!
©Evelyn Garone 6.22.13